-I just wanted to say a very warm and genuine thank you to all the readers of this story. I absolutely love hearing from you, and reading what you guys think of the story. Jane and Rochester's story is one I really admire as much as I am sure you guys do, so it is wonderful being able to share it with you all. Thank you, thank you -
Edwards warm hands slipped inside Jane's dress and massaged her back, she closed her eyes, smiling and laid her head once again on her husbands shoulder. Edward knew exactly how to soothe her, how to calm her, how to reassure her. She felt a pride rise within her as she considered how intimately he knew her, and how natural it bad been for his hand to find her back, her neck. How good it felt.
"Edward Rochester you are spoiling me".
"I very much doubt that, for it can never amount to what you do for me. Yet, it is in your nature to be humble and thus I will never hear the truth of it from you"
"That is because our truths are different one's, Mr Rochester".
He drew her face close with his hand was pressed gentle against the back of her neck.
"Must I show you that you are wrong, my darling?" he whispered.
"I think you must"
Smiling, Jane lay back on the bed, her arms raised over her head easily. Mr Rochester ran his hand gently up Jane's leg, moving her dress up with his fingers. He looked down upon her as if he could see her, as if she held an image of her in his mind as he worked. With assistance from Jane, he slowly removed her dress over her head. He bent his lips over her stomach, trailing soft kisses up to her breasts. Jane drew her knee's up in pleasure, her legs gently touching her husbands back. He smiled at the sensation, continuing to kiss up to her jaw. Reaching her face he kissed her lips lovingly.
"Are you convinced?"
Jane shook her head playfully, wrapping her arms around her neck, drawing the kiss deeper. Jane wrapped her legs around his waist as she unbuttoned his jacket sloppily, she felt lightheaded from the kiss. It was easy to remove his jacket, his vest and and finally his shirt. Jane traced her fingers along his stomach, side and bottom. He leaned into her touch, small moans issuing from him. Jane smiled at his expression as she touched him. He was so honest in these moments.
As he parted her legs again and felt gently up the inside of her thigh his fingers ran over the wet blood of her monthly. She sat up to look at him, fearful for a moment of his reaction. But he simply smiled to himself and kissed Jane's forehead.
"There's my Jane" he said, softly.
He moved back to her lips, kissing her passionately before it was broken by his entering of her. She gasped, her head falling back onto the pillows. He moved slowly in and out of her, for it grew her desire for him. He pulled her into a sitting position, holding her as he moved at a quicker pace and penetrated deeper. Jane's arms fell around his neck as he held her close, gasping and breathing into his neck. The rush of pleasure that came over her was so great and so vast that her body shuddered and lights flashed under her closed eyes. She felt her husband finish beneath her, releasing himself with her. She fell back onto the bed wrapped in her husbands arms, moving his still damp curls away from his eyes. He smiled at her gentle touch, and kissed her wrist before sighing deeply.
"Jane, if I could lie here with you all day-"
"I know. You have afternoon commitments"
"Damn them" he condemned.
"No, you shall be there, for you are master of this house and of all the servants that serve you"
"It can wait"
"It cannot" Jane smiled, pecking his searching lips.
He paused, turning unhappily to Jane. He kissed her forehead lovingly before standing and walking to the washstand. Jane could see the reminiscence of their lovemaking on him- standing to join him she wrapped her arms around him from behind and looked in the mirror he could not see.
"Perhaps the bath water will still be warm enough for a rinse" she advised.
He grinned as he left the room, entering the bathroom.
